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whitewriterAfter 1.5 hours of trying to repsonsively settle my used to be amazing sleeper newborn now 6mo old into her cot in her sisters room, I gave up and retreated back to cosleeping in my own room.
It's a waste of a double bed putting a 7kg baby next to an adult in a bed that should fit 2 average sized adults (squishily but dooable).
I want an adults bed back.
If the 6mo old is asleep in a double bed, no one else can really do anything else on that bed except 1 adult, sleep.
boo. hiss. My other option is to buy another bed (lol) a sofa bed, for the living room.
but there's the problem of a cat with claws that love to claw the couch.
The current couch is already clawed. If I want to change the couch (which I do) I'm gonna aim probably for second hand because then I don't have to cry when the cat claws it.
I was also thinking to get a cover for the couch.
Then I can cover the claw marks lolz.
Anyhow so I spent 1 hour today moving the cot back out of the toddler's room (man I was so ambious when I put it in there. I was like yeah! I can have 2 kids sleeping together in 1 room, leaving 1 room for adults only. Boo! Winnning at this parenting thing.
But no, Izzy flat out refused to sleep in that room, at night. Everytime I picked her up she would cling. and her sobs turned to whimpers. At one point I breastfed her, thinking after an hour of screaming, she must be thirsty -- and she drank and promptly fell asleep, and I put her down but I didn't think that would last - and 30 mins later she was awake and screaming again.
This wasn't going to work. I think she sees the bars as a barrier between me and her, - like I was abandoninng her into this cage.
So anyway, I wasn't prepared to repeat that again any time soon. i measured the cot height. This one can function missing 1 side down (or so the previous owner said it can become a "toddler" bed later if you take away the up and down door bit. -- which she said should function but never has since we made it. So I managed to somehow, all on my own, basically dismantle about 80% of it, just enough to get it through the doorframe, and then remantled it, and then shoved it in the corner, and blocked it up next to the bed. There was a 5cm gap, so now i've gone and folded a doona into a pillow and shoved it in the gap between the rail and the wall, and balanced the cot matress so its up flush no-gap straight against my mattress.
Not 100% safe sleeping but its gotta be safer sleeping than co sleeping with me in a double bed, 100kg me, with loose sheet and blankets and all sorts (she has a bag, I have a blanket- but still.
Now she has her own space. decent sized.
I've been thinking lately that my moving about the bed, is influencing her sleep. That I move and then she feels it, and it wakes her up and that interrupts her sleep and she sleeps poorly, and then she asks for boob and the cycle repeats.
So I really do think she needs her own space, it just has to be in a way where she has access to my bed (technically, but she can't crawl yet) and I'm right there.
Tonight I was on my own too putting both of them to bed,-- it's a feat - I achieved!
I laid her in her new position (in the cot) with the white noise and nightlight on, and she put herself to sleep.
She knows the room- she sees my bed - and there's no cot bars inbetween. She must have felt comfortable. It's been 2 hours and she hasn't asked for anything just yet. And here I sit, finally having some breathing room.
Wendy didn't try any funny buisness too much after the usuall, dinner/bath/blueybrushteeth.
I told her the bathroom would be closed so to do all her pee pees before we left the bathroom.
She said mummy I'm hungry (girl, you ate decently enough, and was playing with it, so ..., no) and I said too bad the kitchen is closed.
And somehow she accepted that.
We went to the bedroom. Nappy. PJs. 1 book - she tried to get 2, I made her choose 1. She asked if I would sleep there too - I said no, Daddy will come later if you close your eyes.
I kissed her, her toys, tucked her in, and left.
Waddayaknow you can reason with a 2 year old. Or at least, this 2 year old.
Earlier today she asked me "mummy why are you so bossy". lol. Excuse me little miss. I think you are just as bossy.
It's a waste of a double bed putting a 7kg baby next to an adult in a bed that should fit 2 average sized adults (squishily but dooable).
I want an adults bed back.
If the 6mo old is asleep in a double bed, no one else can really do anything else on that bed except 1 adult, sleep.
boo. hiss. My other option is to buy another bed (lol) a sofa bed, for the living room.
but there's the problem of a cat with claws that love to claw the couch.
The current couch is already clawed. If I want to change the couch (which I do) I'm gonna aim probably for second hand because then I don't have to cry when the cat claws it.
I was also thinking to get a cover for the couch.
Then I can cover the claw marks lolz.
Anyhow so I spent 1 hour today moving the cot back out of the toddler's room (man I was so ambious when I put it in there. I was like yeah! I can have 2 kids sleeping together in 1 room, leaving 1 room for adults only. Boo! Winnning at this parenting thing.
But no, Izzy flat out refused to sleep in that room, at night. Everytime I picked her up she would cling. and her sobs turned to whimpers. At one point I breastfed her, thinking after an hour of screaming, she must be thirsty -- and she drank and promptly fell asleep, and I put her down but I didn't think that would last - and 30 mins later she was awake and screaming again.
This wasn't going to work. I think she sees the bars as a barrier between me and her, - like I was abandoninng her into this cage.
So anyway, I wasn't prepared to repeat that again any time soon. i measured the cot height. This one can function missing 1 side down (or so the previous owner said it can become a "toddler" bed later if you take away the up and down door bit. -- which she said should function but never has since we made it. So I managed to somehow, all on my own, basically dismantle about 80% of it, just enough to get it through the doorframe, and then remantled it, and then shoved it in the corner, and blocked it up next to the bed. There was a 5cm gap, so now i've gone and folded a doona into a pillow and shoved it in the gap between the rail and the wall, and balanced the cot matress so its up flush no-gap straight against my mattress.
Not 100% safe sleeping but its gotta be safer sleeping than co sleeping with me in a double bed, 100kg me, with loose sheet and blankets and all sorts (she has a bag, I have a blanket- but still.
Now she has her own space. decent sized.
I've been thinking lately that my moving about the bed, is influencing her sleep. That I move and then she feels it, and it wakes her up and that interrupts her sleep and she sleeps poorly, and then she asks for boob and the cycle repeats.
So I really do think she needs her own space, it just has to be in a way where she has access to my bed (technically, but she can't crawl yet) and I'm right there.
Tonight I was on my own too putting both of them to bed,-- it's a feat - I achieved!
I laid her in her new position (in the cot) with the white noise and nightlight on, and she put herself to sleep.
She knows the room- she sees my bed - and there's no cot bars inbetween. She must have felt comfortable. It's been 2 hours and she hasn't asked for anything just yet. And here I sit, finally having some breathing room.
Wendy didn't try any funny buisness too much after the usuall, dinner/bath/blueybrushteeth.
I told her the bathroom would be closed so to do all her pee pees before we left the bathroom.
She said mummy I'm hungry (girl, you ate decently enough, and was playing with it, so ..., no) and I said too bad the kitchen is closed.
And somehow she accepted that.
We went to the bedroom. Nappy. PJs. 1 book - she tried to get 2, I made her choose 1. She asked if I would sleep there too - I said no, Daddy will come later if you close your eyes.
I kissed her, her toys, tucked her in, and left.
Waddayaknow you can reason with a 2 year old. Or at least, this 2 year old.
Earlier today she asked me "mummy why are you so bossy". lol. Excuse me little miss. I think you are just as bossy.
